It Felt Like I'd Been Living Underground,

I've Always Been Able To See You," I Say. "it's A Rather Lovely View.

You Know, He Told Me Once, Completely Exasperated, You've Got One Glass Of Water Inside Your Head, With All The Tears For A Lifetime. If You Waste Them Over Nothing, Then You Won't Be Able To Cry For Real When You Need To.

Maybe There Is More To A Person Than A Body And A Mind. Maybe Something Else Figures Into The Mix— Not A Soul, Exactly, But A Spirit That Hints You Might One Day Be Greater, Stronger Than You Are Now. A Promise; A Potential.

They Ask, How Could This Happen Here? Well. How Could It Not Happen Here?

He Gently Touched His Mother's Cheek, Felt Her Sorrow Slip Over His Fingertips.